Alexa turns, her eyes half closed, and so she turns on the bed, she's pretty, from behind, I'd like to take her like this, but she lies on her back and spreads her legs, so maybe next time. I lick her legs upwards, twisting my neck back to pick up all her taste, her scent, the pungent and fresh, scent of the raging female who needs to mate. With my fingernails, I paint hot lines on the back of her thighs, knead her body and push my tongue into her slit.